Ruoxue didn't believe it. This bad guy was handsome, but one look at his smile showed that he was not a good guy. He could even believe his words.

"Whatever you want! Do you want to go back to Earth?" Siyue asked casually.

"Think..." After taking a look at Xiyue, she immediately remembered that this person had placed a forbidden spell on her, "Why are you so kind?"

"It's rare to be kind-hearted. If you don't believe me, there's nothing you can do about it? But you only have one chance, so you should weigh it carefully!" After Siyue finished speaking, he stood up and walked out of the room.

This room is pure white. Ruoxue doesn't believe that Siyue will help her, but she really misses her grandma. She wants to go to her grave to pay homage to grandma. She is a relative like her. She doesn't want her grave to be only deep with grass and trees and no toilet paper ashes.

Regardless of conspiracy, she is a mortal, and as long as it helps her fulfill her wish, it doesn't matter if she is used.

The more sober people are, the more they want to be intoxicated, because the essence of the facts is seen too clearly and the outcome is too obvious.

Ruoxue clearly realized the gap between her and Murong Jinghong, so she didn't want to be entangled with him anymore. But if she agreed to Siyue's help, it meant that there would be no chance for them to meet each other.

She clearly saw her reason and decided not to be entangled with her uncle anymore, but why was her heart so shaken and so scared when she really wanted to isolate him?

If Xuejue wished that her mind was as blank as this room, those tangled emotions would not crowd her head, shouting and roaring, demanding that she make a decision.

Siyue walked in, saw Ruoxue's tangled eyebrows, said nothing, waved her hand, and an image appeared: moving through the familiar vegetation in slow motion, following the twists and turns of the bluestone slabs on the mountain road, and stopped at the halfway point of Zaoshu Mountain.

Next to Li's house on the mountainside, a few wreaths with only skeletons were placed on a new tomb. The withered weeds barely covered the new soil. The autumn winds passed by, and the loneliness of no one cared about slowly dispersed in the wind. I blamed myself.

Stationed in Ruoxue's heart

Ruoxue thought: Grandma lived a hard life during her lifetime, and after her death she didn’t even have a single descendant to burn paper. She felt sad and her eyes were sore and she shed tears.

The mountains are evergreen and there is a solitary grave. She has a granddaughter alive!

"Send me back!"

Touching the constant tears, Ruoxue has made a choice
Chapter completed!